The Skinny Jeans

September 3rd, 2010 § 1

I might be wrong, but I don’t think any of you expected the title of my first post since I moved to .org-world to be “the Skinny Jeans”. Jeans have never, never been my thing – I prefer skirts and dresses that enhance my hourglass silhouette, and jeans have always just made me feel… wrong. You know, if they fit over the hips and thighs, they are way too big around the waist. Or the fabric is so stiff and hard you simply can’t sit down without thinking of the movie Free Willy (“let me out!”). Also, I’ve never considered myself a jeans-and-top-girl (I blame my inner exhibitionist who always wants/needs to stand out).

Still, since about January I’ve been forcing myself to try new things, fashion-wise, and when Ann-Iren and I went to Gina Tricot a few weeks ago, I couldn’t help but remember that the only pair of jeans I’ve ever owned and liked came from that shop. It’s quite surprising, as the clothes from Gina Tricot usually look odd on an hourglass like me, but somehow those jeans popped into my mind. I walked over to the jeans-department, trying to look like I felt perfectly at home, and looked at a pair. They were called Silvia, and were described as “skinny jeans”, with a somewhat higher waist and in a very dark blue shade. I almost left them hanging (pardon the pun!), but decided it was worth a shot.

In the dressing room, I got to that dreaded okay-these-won’t-even-go-over-my-calves-point, where I usually decide that all efforts are futile and I will end up looking like Willy no matter what I do. Then I realized that the fabric was veeery stretchy, and pulled them up all the way just out of pure spite. And, strangely, it didn’t look that bad. Sure, it felt strange to suddenly have my legs completely surrounded in fabric, but neither was it supremely uncomfortable nor did it look too bad. I hopped into Ann-Iren’s changing stall, and she confirmed my suspicions: the jeans actually looked good on me. The more I looked, the better, actually. The waist of the jeans sat perfectly around my own waist (trust me, this never happens), and as it was a bit too long, the fabric gathered around my ancles, thus preventing sausage-legs.

Long story short: I bought them (they were only 199,- NOK, to add to the perfection). I’ve worn them countless times, and I always feel great in them. Now, I’m not saying I’ll convert to pants full-time, but it feels good to know they’re there whenever I feel a bit… risky. Not all change is bad  – like moving from WordPress.com to WordPress.org, for instance. Although my conversion turned out to be ridiculously complicated (because of a bad theme and some problems with my old files), I don’t regret it for a second. The design isn’t finished, by the way, I just couldn’t not blog anymore or I would go insane.

I hope you’re still here, darlings?

Isn't It Ironic?

August 22nd, 2010 § 2

Just when I’m ready to start blogging again, have taken outfit pics – using my new, wireless remote – and has a lot to write about, my CSS upgrade at WordPress expires, and the blog looks like… well, like this (now you see how much can be done with some basic CSS, by the way!). I could either pay for another year of the CSS upgrade, or I could take that giant leap and switch to WordPress.ORG. I’ve been thinking about it for ages, as it will allow me to have complete control of the design and functions of the blog, and today Maja gave me a much-needed virtual kick in the derrière and told me to just do it. So I did.

It’ll take me a few days to get everything up and running again, but the blog will be fifty times better once everything’s fixed. Also, you don’t have to worry about your Bloglovin’-subscriptions or anything like that, the url for the blog will still be lostinaspotlessmind.com. Relax, have a lovely few days and let me do all the hard work. I’ll see you on the other side, darlings!

Airam & Maria

August 21st, 2010 § 3

Airam: All right! We finally have internet again, woho! Time to blog. It’s been such a long time, this ought to be a truly EPIC post.

Maria: How do you write an EPIC blog post? Can’t we just tell everyone we’re alive and we’re happy and we got the best birthday present ever (a KINDLE! We do have the best, kindest, craziest Boyfriend/Cookie/best friends) and how we miss playing music, but really like living in Oslo?

Airam: Don’t be such a sissy, we have to work to make this post really EPIC. Remember, work? Being unemployed sure makes the girls lazy.

Maria: Hey, we’re not that unemployed, we’ve been offered a part-time job as a vocal teacher!

Airam: Well, you know. We’ve been sitting in this apartment an awful lot lately, except for when we stroll around town looking at pretty things and *cough* occasionally buy them, like that maxi dress and the skinny jeans.

Maria: Stop accusing me, you love those things just as much as I do. Besides, I’m sure our readers will agree they are fantastic.

Airam: If you ever get around to taking those pictures to show them, that is…

Maria: It’s too dark now, anyway.

Airam: You’re just procrastinating.

Maria: You are, too!

Airam: Are you forgetting how we’ve gained a whole lot of new followers through Bloglovin’ lately? The least we can do as a thank you is write a new post.

Maria: I know! I’m trying, I’m trying, but our fingers are sticky –

Airam: from all that chocolate!

Maria: – and it’s too dark for photos and this has to be an EPIC post, remember?

Airam: Yeah. TOTALLY epic. We should fix the design, too. We’ve been talking about it since April.

Maria: Argh! Isn’t it enough to say we’re back and think our readers are lovely? Settle for writing a post instead of an EPIC one?

Airam: *annoyed *Oh, I suppose, if that’s the best we can do.

Maria: You, readers, are lovely. And the blog is back now.

Airam: Promise to write a better post tomorrow, at least? We can tell them about our new face serum from Lush, or show them those new dresses.

Maria: Only if I’m allowed to watch makeup tutorials on YouTube for the rest of the night. And drink the rest of the Pepsi.

Airam: Fine. *long pause* Can I join you?

Maria: Well, if you must. Go get the Pepsi, kitten!

Life In Oslo

August 4th, 2010 § 9

It’s my second week here, Boyfriend came yesterday and I’m applying for jobs like a mad person. Still no internet, but I’ve found a lovely café with free WiFi, so I’ll keep you up to date whenever I can. I know some of you are very curious to see my new place, so here we go!

These are my very first pair of properly red shoes, and they make me happy every time I see them.

I know my closet looks insanely tidy – I can assure you this is not its normal state, but as most of my clothes are still at my mother’s, this is all I’ve got. I’m becoming very good at accessorizing.

Yesterday’s to-do list, and it’s my pleasure to say I’ve done everything on it (except for one little thing, but that’s no hurry).

Isn’t she a beauty? The only problem is that I’ll probably end up killing her. Unintentionally, of course.

The kitchen. The steps to the left lead up to a tiny attic.

I bought these at a market on Sunday, I like that they look a little dangerous, but still pretty.

Yes, I took a picture of my breakfast, simply because the colours were so pretty. I promise this won’t turn into a food-blog, though!

Bathroom. It’s so light and airy you just can’t believe it! My first day alone I had to sit on the floor and paint my toe nails, just to enjoy all the space properly.

The living room, which transforms into my bedroom at night. It’s a work in progress, but it definitely has potential.

Outside the windows there is this enormous tree, which filters the light during the day and protects me from curious eyes at night. It’s almost like living in a forest, except once I leave my apartment I’m smack in the middle of everything. I really don’t think it could get any better than this. When are you coming home, Cookie? The tree says hi.

OSLO

July 30th, 2010 § 0

Oslo is…

… walking down four flights of stairs, stepping out of my front door and being smack in the middle of life.

… learning to drink coffee.

… watching incredibly stylish, inspiring people on the street every day.

… finding tiny vintage shops just a block away from home, and loving them all.

… looking for a job, ordering internet and power and insurance, assembling furniture and choosing curtains.

… the most perfect maxi dress and cat-eye sunglasses (pictures to come!).

… feeling alone, but mostly in a good way.

… the smell of spices from the indian restaurant next door.

… two hundred and seventy new posts in Bloglovin’.

… no internet at home, but at a small café 50 meters away from my door.

… wonderful!